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The Lock

          The Lock Every evening I brush one damp curl from my baby’s forehead And in its place leave a long, mama kiss My sweet strawberry of a boy is...

Gustave Le Gray (photographer) [French, 1820 - 1884] from the J. Paul Getty Museum 8

Poetry Sundays: Short Roots

2014 was a tough year for many Mormon feminists. While there were some great positive changes in the Church, for me, they did not outweigh the hard truths I’ve witnessed.  I’ve found comfort in...

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Poetry Sundays: Elizabeth Bishop

One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster...